After Hours

after hours

beneath benevolent incandescent gaze:

street lamps, and dancing leafy awning,

where the packets flit, tropical fish

a city tumbling, black with mourning

i lay and look and i am home

amongst this treasure trove, winking

amber crystals of beer

light scattered across puddles, thinking

if i lay and stay, would i become one

with this kingdom of things discarded

grilled under the tired sun

shattered under footfall, i started

thinking- if i lay in this throne, bed of grass

would crawling things pick pick pick my apple skin

until my core lies blinking at the night

let the biting cold, the hungry fungus in

let me blur into the secretive night

nibanna

the searching teeth of headlights cut her

through the dark where she lies still

under the gaping sky, breathing icy air

the teeming ground ravenous for skin

dreaming

Carmilla

Through these cold dark nebulae eyes I,

watched colossal flames ravish cities,

saw meteor's golden trail wink past all,

from the jagged outcrop of my castle

The sliding blur of years, earth smearing

through fire dusted space, pulling me.

And in my ancient body yawned cold-

blackest maelstrom, hungry as I was old,

still, armed with moon fresh countenance

The bell rings, wailing reverberation

off the dead stone walls of my ribcage-

alone, alone, alone, and in the moonlight,

stretch and contort faces, portraits so aged.

Names I knew, names I forgot.

The clock, mercilessly swinging its hands,

humans, thrust between dust and soul;

furling and unfurling your blooms, and

leaving me frozen in timeless cold

Quenched. Warm human hands, and

blood, blood on my hands too,

scarlet smile in moonlight, aren't I sweet?

Taking so they fall down into my blue

black maelstrom, that engulfs me to eat

I love you,

the red carpet from your neck inviting,

my soul leaping to your heart's drum.

I saw you in helpless state, cold biting,

As I stalked behind window panes, sighting-

Your soul's light dancing behind clear blue eyes,

Slender warm hands fit perfectly in mine,

And alone, in the tomb of my mind,

I know I am going to eat.

Sorry.

Woman

I'm a soft sort of strong:

hard, crate carrying back that

carries warm little hands too.

And a heart that gives, sees,

pulsing warm between breasts that,

one day, will warm heads like bread-

fluffed hot and happy in an oven,

like an oven, i'll burn through:

ravenous winters, bruises, tears,

and glow hotter when I'm with you.

My hips, curved valley, where lives:

My fire, the cradle, where life gives,

and takes, tides of blood, warm again,

legs that can carry quick when

cliffbound, homebound, my strong pillars

for the temple that cradles my bones,

and that's what i call home

helia

colossal creatures are buried,

empires turn to dust,

the promising words

dissipate in the abyss

between us

on this spinning rock, our hearts held still,

nebulous brown eyes, shining light onto my starless sky,

time and stardust unfurled itself to this place

where

our bodies are one, my hand in your hair,

our starfire blinding, scorching the air

sun goddess, the hot rhythm of your breath,

ignites me to life, your hot fire consuming,

burn me so bright, set my thoughts to flight,

i search for you in your sighs, the moon in

your eyes

you,

pretty poltergeist, haunt me with your kiss,

each thunder clap heart beat will promise promise promise

that

when relentless winds of time send my flame into the ether

when bright stars die out, our souls come untethered,

still i will love you, today, tomorrow, forever

tundra

Steel faced, snow laced, packed in tight

Silence rings within the ice, by night,

chill stars reflect eyes, void and blue-

where the arctic grazes the skin of space,

tundra, crown of earth, sits free of you

Earth's marbled crusts groan, from below

Sun bound, complaining of the tilting,

acquiescent, fervent lurch towards you,

as solar flames lick black mouth of space,

as green ribbons sizzle through gloom

Aurora, deep winter sky, splintered into life,

across the black, painting heat on my ice-

even whales carry word of its splendour,

singing from frigid, secret depths of sea,

as colour flashes over my empty tundra

Inevitable rays, the sun's trying gaze

reaches the ice, a frightening gold

Unscathed ice glares back, you persist,

breathe warmth on my melting frost,

now wet, alive, soil drinks in bliss

My sun, each day, I spin back to your glow you burned in the abyss, but spring is here:

my tundra is alive, arctic poppies bloom, love woven into soft moss, dancing grass- I hope its vibrant colour warms you too

When both of our warmth relinquishes To eternal sleep, to the dead vacuum To the infinite black, a celestial tomb Even there, I will love you too

Nobody

Press [esc]

Maybe you can shut the tab,

And it won't be all around you;

The sharp and gnashing humanity,

Of a hollow school, hollow home,

Of that concrete, cannibal city

And in that reverie,

Reprieve, from the snapping jaws of

Reality.

Back in that reverie,

The beckoning horizon,

Can I see it?

Maybe, just like in the movies,

I can shove my past into a suitcase;

Press it between cotton and linen and-

Now, I'm sliding away, Destiny pulling me,

Along the tracks, between the hills, there:

Vast blue destiny, tumbling incandescence

And lingering on the sea air,

On acrid tobacco clouds,

You will find me, somebody

A nameless face, allowed

the freedom of being a nobody